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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: The entry is a little over 3,500 words long and includes a full sex scene. It leans HEAVY into non-con with the main female character disassociating during the majority of the sex.
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Thalris happily made her way through a forest, dancing and singing along a well-trod path. The Elven Bard was playing her lute and happily singing a lewd tune as she casually made her way to her destination.
A simple, safe quest, Thalris thought as she dance-skipped over a thick root. For some reason the idea of being “safe” had been consuming her since she’d woken up that morning. She had woken feeling unsafe, violated even. Why she felt that had been unclear to her. A bad dream, perhaps? One she couldn’t remember but the feelings it had brought on lingering as she woke from it? She hadn’t been sure, but when the Guildmaster had offered her such a safe-sounding quest she’d jumped at the chance.
It’s a simple quest to gather some magical herbs from the relatively safe nearby forest, she remembered. A great way to slowly level up my abilities while showing that kindly older Guildmaster I’m eager to start trying to take on more challenges. He even suggested that if I can prove I can take on these small quests he’d put a good word in for me with parties looking to pick up a lower-level Bard.
She put some of her Bardic magic into her song causing the cords she was plucking to begin glowing blue. As she kept playing semi-transparent musical notes made of pure magic began to appear, floating away from the lute’s strings. They shimmered and danced away as though carried by the force of the music, disappearing into the forest around her.
It was a simple spell, one Thalris knew she needed to practice more often. It should both warn her of danger and reveal how much of a threat that danger posed. She didn’t expect it to reveal much of anything beyond perhaps a few nearly harmless slimes, for that’s all the kindly Guildmaster had told her to expect in this part of the forest.
Because of how little she’d practiced the spell, and because she was only expecting to find a handful of slimes at the most, Thalris was slow to react to the way the notes suddenly changed color and began to angrily vibrate. It was a clear sign there was danger nearby, but the color shifting from blue to dark red seemed too extreme for even a whole herd of slimes.
Thalris stopped singing, letting the spell end. She didn’t reach for the sword at her hip, convinced she’d been casting the spell wrong. She planned to begin casting it again, starting fresh with a new tune to better focus her Bardic magic.
Before she could begin someone said, “Damn, boys, I liked that song. Filthy, absolutely filthy! Was almost tempted to let the Elven slut dance on by without harming her.”
The man who had spoken stepped out from a hiding place in some nearby bushes, taking Thalris by surprise. She stopped in her tracks and took a few steps back from the man who was both far wider and taller than her.
He was dressed in fashions brigands and bandits were known to be fond of. She suppressed her gut reaction to respond to the man’s sudden presence like he WAS a bandit. She’d spent enough time amongst Adventurers to know many dressed in disreputable fashion, and there was a chance the man and whoever else he was speaking to were just fellow Adventurers on a similar or even the same quest she was on.
“And what finds you out this way, kind ser?” Thalris asked, trying not to sound as anxious as she felt. Something about the man felt… off. Even if he hadn’t appeared so suddenly the man would have unsettled her. “Have you perhaps taken the quest to gather Astragalus flowers too?” she asked hopefully.
The man snorted in amusement. “Is that what brings a pretty, foul-mouth Elve like you all the way out here? Astragalus flower?” He smirked, nodding to someone behind Thalris.
She looked over her shoulder and saw several more muscular, disreputable-looking men step out of hiding places. All were armed and had weapons drawn.
“There’s no Astragalus out this way,” the first man said as he advanced on Thalris. “No reason in the world to come all the way out here unless you were being sent into some kind of trap.”
Even more men came out of hiding places, some from behind trees and bushes, others dropping down from trees. All were armed, the ones furthest away with bows and crossbows.
Thalris realized then that these men WERE some kind of brigands, but by that point it was too late. The moment she strummed her lute to start and cast a spell the men behind that were closest to her rushed forward, grabbing Thalris in strong hands as they wrenched her instrument from her hands.
“None of that,” the first man, who she realized must be the group’s leader, told Thalris. “Take a Bard’s instrument away and everyone knows how helpless they are. No way to focus their magic, yes? And we’ll be taking this, too,” he said, stepping up to her and pulling the sword from the scabbard at her hip.
He held the blade up and looked at it before scoffing and tossing it into the dirt. “Not even worth keeping to sell,” he said before kicking dirt onto the weapon. “But you,” he added, turning to Thalris. “You’re a beauty, an Elven beauty. Some people will pay a small fortune for just a taste of Elven cunt. Now, some say them High Elves with all their thick curves are worth more. More coin can indeed be made selling them, but they’re more trouble to deal with. Magic is stronger in their blood. Leads to them having skills and powers men like me can’t predict. No, I’ll take a Common Elve any day. You’ll still live hundreds, maybe thousands of years, but you’re normally no more trouble than a Human woman to capture and hold. And compared to a High Elve you’ll be so much easier to train and so much less work to break in.”
Thalris turned up her nose in disgust and tried to back away from the man and his stinking breath as he spoke to her, but the men that had a hold of her didn’t allow her to. “Your slavers,” Thalris gasped when she processed what the man had been saying.
“Sex slavers to be exact,” the man said without shame as she glared at him. Thalris even thought the man looked proud of himself. “Oh, I know,” he added when he saw the shock on Thalris’ face at his open declaration. “Not something considered legal in this part of Alaria, is it? See, we’re just passing through. But here’s the thing, it ends up being pretty easy snagging a woman or two from each town we pass through when no one is expecting sex slavers to be working in the area. All it takes is someone willing to send desirable, profitable women out alone into a trap.”
Thalris felt ice run through her veins. There were too many things running through her mind to concentrate on any one of them. She was in danger, captured with what seemed like little hope of escape. Even if she’d had her lute the slavers were too numerous for her to take on with her meager skills. Then there was the implication she’d been sent to them. But by who? It couldn’t have been the kind Guildmaster, could it?
And then there was what these men were. Not just slavers, but SEX slavers. She knew such things existed, but she’d always thought of them as existing in far-off lands. To find them here, and operating nearly in the open, was almost too much to believe.
This was supposed to be a safe quest in a safe area. How could this happen to me? WHY is it happening to me? The potential horror of what Thalris’ near future held was too much for her to process so she sunk into denial. It’s just a bad dream, she decided. A nightmare. Something I’ll wake from soon. Let it happen to me and it will all be over soon.
“On your knees, pretty Elven fuckmeat,” the leader barked.
Thalris gave no resistance as the two men holding her forced her onto her knees. Why resist? This wasn’t really happening, it was just a bad dream.
“Pathetic,” the slavers’ leader spat out derisively as he began opening the crotch of his pants. “No fight in you, is there? Well, as pathetic as it is I suppose that just means breaking you in will be easier.”
He pulled his cock out, revealing it was already hard. He lifted it up, taking a step closer to Thalris. As he did one of the men holding her on her knees grabbed her hair and yanked her hair back, positioning her head perfectly for the slaver leader to drop his throbbing manhood onto her face.
Thalris winced as his cock landed on her pretty face with a meaty slap.Her eyes opened wide and crossed slightly as she began to process just how large the man’s member resting on her face was. Not just long, but thick too. There’d been a disturbing heft to it as it had landed so lewdly on her face. She’d not known men’s members got so heavy when hard.
Not happening, she thought as her mind revolted about this sexual discovery. Just a nightmare. Not a real cock on my face. Just a nightmare inspired by a song. I’ve sung songs about heavy meaty cocks. That’s all this is, a disturbing sex dream caused by a song I have memorized and nothing more.
Time had seemed to slow down the moment the cock had slapped onto her face. Things had come to a standstill as she took in her first cock. The shape of it. The weight on her face. The smell! Gods, the smell. It reeked. The man didn’t wash enough, but the stink of his member was more than just unwashed cock stank. There was something feminine to the stink. It reminded Thalris of how her undergarments sometimes smelt after she’d gotten worked up and turned while performing particularly raunchy songs.
He smells of being inside women, she realized. His cock stinks of pussy.
Songs ran through her head, lines about men’s members smelling like women’s cunts they’d been in. She’d KNOWN such a thing was possible yet hadn’t REALLY believed it was true. But here it was, a cunt-reeking cock resting on her face.
Except it’s not resting on my face, she thought as her mind once more tried to retreat from reality. This isn’t real. It isn’t happening. It’s just a nightmare.
One of the slavers chuckled then loudly said, “I think she’s shocked by the size of it. Not the first time we’ve seen the fresh captives react that way.”
A few of the slavers laughed and agreed. Once added, “Always heard Elven men have small pricks. Guess some Human meat is just too much for the dainty Elven beauty.”
“No,” the leader of the slavers said as he stared down at Thalris, watching the cross-eyed Elve staring at the cock running up the center of her face. “No, boys, I think it’s more than that. I know women. I know the look of cock-awe and cock-fear on their faces and in their eyes. This is…” He paused, smirking evilly. “You’ve never even seen a hard cock before, have you?”
Thalris let out a little whimper, uncrossing her eyes and looking past the dick resting on her face. She forced herself to meet the evil man’s eyes, whimpering again.
“She’s a fucking virgin,” he said, laughing with cruel glee. “Breaking her in just got a LOT more interesting,” he said happily before his eager expression fell slightly. “Although that also means we’re going to have a lot more work in store for us training her up.”
“We don’t mind, boss,” one of the slavers said. “Training the sex slaves is the best part of this job.” The others laughed and agreed.
“Well,” their leader said, eyes full of sinister glee as he met Thalris’ fear-filled gaze, “I think we better begin before we drag her to our temporary hideout in town.”
This isn’t real, Thalris thought as the man grabbed his cock by the base and started rubbing the underside from side to side across her face. Just a nightmare, not real, she thought, groaning in discomfort and disgust as the meaty, heavy, greasy shaft was dragged across her nose. She groaned again when he smeared his cock back across her nose then grunted and winced when he lifted it then slapped it into her face a few times. Not real. Not really happening. Just a nightmare.
“Open your mouth,” the man growled. “You need to start getting accustomed to the taste and feel of a cock in your mouth.”
Tell him no. Tell him you refuse. Tell him you won’t be used and degraded this way. Put up a fight! A flash of defiance spread across her face then faded as quickly as it had appeared. No point. It’s not really happening, it’s just a nightmare. Just let it happen and it will be over before long.
Thalris slowly opened her mouth, whimpering as the man shifted so his cockhead was beside her lips. “Further,” he commanded. “And stick your tongue out.” After she did this he started rubbing his dick from side to side, dragging the underside of his cockhead across her lips and tongue.
She shivered, disgusted by the feel and taste of it. The shaft was so hard and had an unexpected sponginess to it. The shape and the underside of his cockhead was something she’d known from a few bawdy songs, but to FEEL it and learn that shape for real?
Except it’s not real. Just my imagination. Just a dream.
“Open wider,” the man told her. “Stick your tongue out further. There’s a good slut,” he cooed as she did as she was told.
He pressed the underside of his cock into her tongue then slowly began sliding the rigid member into her mouth. “Close your mouth around my shaft,” he told her, groaning happily when she did. “Suck in and seal your lips around my shaft. There we go, you’re a fast learner. ALMOST wonder if you HAVE done this before. But maybe you just learned it from a dirty song like the one we heard you singing.”
The slaver was right, she’d sung enough songs about sucking cock that she had the basic knowledge of how to do it. Yet DOING it was VERY different than she’d imagined. Perhaps it was just that she was being made to do it by force, but sucking a man off was more degrading than she’d always imagined it would be. And far more humiliating. Or was it just humiliating because there was a crowd of men laughing and shouting crude, cruel jeers at her?
Except those men aren’t there. They aren’t real. This is just a nightmare. It’s NOT happening.
The repeated denial of reality was the only way Thalris could endure what was happening to her. If this was just a nightmare then she wasn’t REALLY being taught to suck this villain off in front of a jeering crowd. Wasn’t being taught how to suck cock and use her tongue to better pleasure him. Wasn’t being taught how to bob her head while sucking harder to be the one sucking him off and not just a hole for him to use. She wasn’t being told how to make the blow job noisier to increase his pleasure.
“Gods be praised,” the man grunted. “If she’s this good giving her first blow job imagine what she’s going to be like after we get done training her? We’re going to make so much fucking money from this one.”
First blow job. The three words ran through her head as she sucked the slaver off, pushing out her litany of denial. This WAS real. THIS was her first sexual experience.
Not like this, she thought, tears welling up in her eyes. Not like this. Please, not like this! This CAN’T be my first sexual experience. Except it was already happening. Even if something stopped it right now it had already happened. This WAS her first sexual experience. It would ALWAYS be her first sexual experience. She’d never felt so helpless and violated, never imagined after all the time she’d spent singing lewd songs and wishing to finally bed someone that sex could be this awful of a thing.
Yet she felt a disturbing sense of this having happened before. She clung to that feeling, letting it be proof this WAS just a nightmare after all. How could it be anything other than that when nothing like this had ever happened to her?
She’d gone blank again, able to endure what was happening because she had convinced herself none of this was real. She kept sucking the slaver leader off, offering no objection when one of the slavers behind her started pulling down her leggings. She did nothing to stop the men as they prepositioned her on all fours. The slaver leader ended up sitting on the ground, his legs spread open so she could get on all fours between them as her exposed backend was lifted into the air.
Since this was just a dream she let herself get lost in what was happening. Maybe it had started as a nightmare, but it wasn’t anymore. Since it wasn’t real she could push away the shame, horror, fear, and revulsion she’d felt at first. She’d always wanted to be a depraved pervert. Why not enjoy finally sucking a man off?
And now that her lower clothing had been pulled down to her thighs how could she not enjoy the feel of the man behind her his hard member up and down her hairless slit as he prepared to enter her? She was good and wet, she could feel it. HE could feel it. Since this was just a dream she could enjoy being taken like this, forcefully and by two men at once. Thalris could even enjoy the crowd of slavers watching her be deflowered and jeering lewdly at her as it happened.
She was performing for them. A performance lewder than the lewdest tune she’d ever performed. There was something about it that felt right.
Her “dream” seemed to confirm this when the slaver leader told her, “You’re a sex slave now. You exist to be fucked. And you’ll learn that whenever you’re being fucked you give it your all. You’re a thing now, a thing that exists to entertain and pleasure whoever owns you.”
What a wonderful dream, Thalris thought as she leaned into her debasement. She moaned around the cock she was vigorously sucking off, pressing her ass back into the man holding her slim midsection and moaning louder as she enjoyed the feel of him slamming in and out of her. It felt good, better than she’d imagined being fucked would feel. It was more brutal than she’d pictured it. More raw. More filled with wet smell messiness and grunting animal noises. The unexpected primal disgustingness of it had her hot and violently turned on.
And all those men watching her! She looked at them, sucking faster and louder. Moaning indecently as she performed for them all. She had to give her all. She was building to a crescendo of this performance, she could feel it the way she felt it when a song had the attention of the whole room. The two men using her were both close to cumming. Even if they hadn’t said as much she’d have been able to feel it. If she could finish them off at the same time the crowd would love it…
But how to ensure that happened? Was there a way to use her body like an instrument, to think of the pleasure she was bringing them like the music she’d play on her lute? She’d sung so many dirty songs. She had an encyclopedic knowledge of lewd acts, she just had to use that knowledge now to make their bodies play the music of sexual pleasure for the joy not just of the three of them but for the crowd of watchers as well.
Thalris eased up on how hard and noisily she was sucking the slaver leader off, fearing he’d cum before the man fucking her pussy could reach the full heights of his pleasure. She had to catch his pleasure up first. Snippets of dirty songs ran through her mind as she searched for a way to do it. She found the bit of knowledge in the chorus of a song that always got applause. The Elven bard started clenching her vaginal muscles, making herself tighter to help the man fucking her cunt along.
It worked. He grunted happily and slammed into her harder and faster to force himself past the added tightness. As soon as she felt him catching up to the other man in his cresting pleasure she returned to vigorously and loudly sucking the slaver leader off.
Almost there, she thought, giving her performance all she had. Make them finish at the same time. Please the crowd. Make them cheer!
When the two men grunted in near unison the crowd DID cheer! She was elated. What a wonderful dream! And now, after fulling their cocks convulsing and filling her insides from both ends with their seed, it could be over. She could wake up to find herself wet between the legs. Maybe with the sexy dream fresh in her mind she’d be aroused enough to FINALLY masturbate to completion. And maybe then she’d FINALLY find the courage to bed someone!
The men, their dicks softening, pulled out of her and let Thalris fall to the forest floor. She lay in an unmoving heap, only her chest rising and falling as she panted. Cum dribbled out of her open mouth and oozed messily from her pussy as she lay limp waiting to wake from the dream.
Except she didn’t wake up. She didn’t need to. She was ALREADY awake. Reality dawned on her. This HADN’T been a dream. It had been real.
Suddenly all the eyes on her weren’t something Thalris was enjoying. She curled up, trying to hide herself as she began to sob quietly. She reached a shaking arm to her leggings, making a feeble and mostly pointless attempt to pull them up to cover her exposed backend.
“Give her a moment to stew in it,” the slaver leader said with a heavy, tired sigh as he got up and put his pants to right. “Then drag her to the covered wagon so we can get her to town without her being seen. She was FAR better than I expected but she’s still got a lot of training to go through before we can even think about selling her.”
Thalris cried harder, accepting the true horror of her reality.
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